Sitting beside the roaring sea,
She counts the shining splashing waves,
Sparkling her memories in lackadaisical manner.
Sailing together on the time’s pendulum swing,
She lost her little obsequious child,
In lap of materialistic charm,
Finds her kiddie grown enough to navigate himself
In a world of fancy.
Non-commitally, she moped thoughts to search him....
Found him encircled in golden cage of luxuries and pleasure.
Unaware, unperturbed to her emotional and physical pangs.
Lonely she laments, unheard, unnoticed...
Prisoned herself in four walls of cozy room,
With wavering thoughts of future unknown,
Looking constantly to the silvery waves,
And counting the webs of time,
From her window pane!
Unaware, unperturbed to her emotional and physical pangs. Lonely she laments, unheard, unnoticed... Prisoned herself in four walls of cozy room, With wavering thoughts of future unknown, Looking constantly to the silvery waves, And counting the webs of time, From her window pane! Loneliness well painted through your powerful choice of words. A great piece of art. Thanks dear poetess for the beautiful poem. 10+++ for it. Subhas
she moped thoughts to search him.... Found him encircled in golden cage of luxuries and pleasure. Unaware, unperturbed to her emotional and physical pangs. Prisoned herself With wavering thoughts The silvery waves web of tiime Very expressive of the mental pain that you suffer. Very nice poem. I really felt the pain of such a situation And the pain. Thank you dear poet. tony
golden cage of luxuries are so painful if loneliness overruled otherwise
the very truth you have stated, we are all counting the waves of time. thanks, please read my poems and say something that you feel.
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I would like to translate this poem
I was enjoyed to read this poem very nice